What to do with a week off work?
Saturday was Fire Fighting Nephew's bucks night. It began with some archery and hoppo bumpo in inflated plastic trunk surrounds at Melbourne University's hockey park. Nephew's father, Tradie Brother asked if he could stay here for the night. Of course Brother. I drew a little tram map for him, but he was running late and parked nearby The Highrise and caught the tram straight to the venue. I will call you by 10pm to let you know if I am actually staying, he said on the phone. No call by 10pm. We were about to go to bed at 11pm when he metaphorically turned up on the doorstep. Not unusually, he was quite drunk. We stayed up until 2am and there was much more alcohol involved and at some point I took a photo of him with a suit bag on his head. He left at 9am on Sunday.
There is not much more to say than we felt like
The Sunday after the Saturday night we also each bought new pants for Nephew's wedding, and I bought a shirt. I was thinking of spending about $100 on the pants and the shirt. Instead they cost about $180, heavily discounted and what I bought are high quality and stylish. I tried some cheaper pants but as soon as I put on the more expensive ones, I knew they were right. I also bought a new pair of black jeans, also discounted by 30%, slim fit jeans, Levi's 511 instead of my usual 504s. While I can't say I look hot, they look quite good on, as R told me too. They feel good to wear.
Tuesday R has a medical appointment in Malvern and I want to take a photo of something in St Kilda. He will catch a tram to doctor and then a tram a tram to St Kilda, where we will meet up for brunch, or perhaps even lunch.
Nothing planned for Wednesday, except I would like to go inside a kaleidoscope, House of Mirrors.
Thursday will be Mother Day for R and this week for me too.
Next Sunday is my significant year birthday bash. It was going to be two separate events, one for family and one for friends, but we don't have many friends and half of them are away, so it is a combined family and friends lunch at a pub. It is only a last minute decision but I have decided that I will pay for the meals. 20 x $25 = $500. No more than $600. $700 if you include my birthday cake. Bugger 'em. They can pay for their own drinks.
Back to the buck's night. From the daytime event the menage went on to a pub in Northcote. Tradie Brother, in very daggy dress and carrying a bottle of port in a plastic bag was admitted to the venue. Hipster looking Nephew was not, so a change of venue. Later the male group met up with Nephew's betrothed girls' hen night in town to go out clubbing. The nieces' were there, as was Ex Sis in Law and the betrothed's mother. We weren't the only ones feeling very plain on the Sunday.
Long post, perhaps a photo will improve it, perhaps. R gave Tradie Brother his old suit. Apparently, nay yes, at 1.30am it was quite funny for Tradie Brother to put a suit bag over his head. While I took the photo, I have no really memory of doing so.